i ask

why do i want them to wonder?
why do i want them to notice?

i've always had the easy life.
i've never had the easy life.

nights are the worst.
day does not bring much hope, though.

close proximity

the last person i want to disappoint is you.
it's the worst feeling.

also, i discovered something in those words: _____

once again

i put a pen to paper,
lit a candle,
drank red,
and wrote ceaselessly.

where this has gotten me before
i do not know,
but perhaps new beginnings are still allowed.

new faces

this could be a problem.

/distraction
/catastrophe waiting to happen

i didn't start the out...

i don't think about you everyday anymore--at least that's what i think.
i did today, though.
i wanted to tell you things.
you listen well and it's comforting.

one of my greatest fears is losing your familiarity.
the day and the night bring separate thoughts sometimes.
useless.


i hope we turn out okay.

the sick cycle

take away my vision.
take away my freedom.

only sacrifice,
only restriction will save me.

busy has become an excuse of the past.

through

i am sick of the sores.
i am tired of the irregularities.
i am over the unwanted pattern.
i am done with the gross mess.

i am fucking through.

there's never a beginning or an end. it's a continuation.

many of my recent issues have subsided.

yet new ones have come into the light. others have re-surfaced.

but amidst all painstaking changes, i am hopeful.



the future is never dictated--and that instills unrelenting comfort.